Mrs. Hillbilly Mom To The Rescue

After hearing of The Pony's queasiness on Saturday, I knew there was something I could do. Of course The Pony is an adult, and knows fully well how to take care of nausea and vomit, and how to use a phone to order supplies that might be needed. Still. The Pony has a mother! Within driving distance! No way could I let my little Pony suffer.

"Have you been taking your vitamin every day? Oh, wait! I remember you saying you were about out. And I forgot to give you another bottle when you were here for Easter."

"Yeah. I was out. I forgot to tell you."

"I'll bring you a bottle. Just in case it's some kind of virus coming on."

"Do YOU take two a day, like it says? Or just the one."

"It's summer now, so I just take one. I only take two (one morning and one night) if it feels like I'm getting a cold. That way it helps you fight off the virus right at the beginning. Like taking plain zinc, or vitamin C."

"Okay. I've been trying to think if I want to eat. Not yet."

"Stay hydrated. You can take a spoonful of water every five minutes or so. That's what I did when you were little. So it's not sloshing around, but you're getting water."

"Yeah. The last time I threw up, it was mostly water. I guess I drank too much at once. But I have that acid burn at the back of my throat. I know you don't want to hear this, but chunks came out my NOSE, too!!!"

"You're right. I didn't want to heat that!"

"I might have some oyster crackers left here somewhere. I could eat them."

"Or toast might be good."

"I don't have any bread. Or a toaster."

"I make toast in the oven."

"I had thought about maybe some crispy garlic toast. I make that in the oven."

I had planned to drop off the vitamins on Sunday, but figured I might as well do it Saturday when I went to town. Even if The Pony didn't feel like taking one that night, they would be there. It's a strawberry-flavored gummi square, not a giant horsepill vitamin. 

The thought crossed my mind about stopping by the store, but it was already 4:00 when I left home for the 30 minute drive. Besides, my knees were acting up more than usual, with the cloudy, sprinkly weather. So I grabbed what I had on hand that might be soothing to a poor Pony stomach. When I got there, The Pony came out to grab the vitamins, which I had put into a bag with the other stuff.

"Here's a care package for you. Also known as Random Expired Food From Mom's Pantry. There are four mini packs of Ritz Crackers. A third of a loaf of Hawaiian Bread. And about half a bag of Garlic Cheese Croutons. I figure you can snack on them for the dry crunch. The bread might not be good for garlic butter, but maybe you could make cinnamon toast. Or sugar toast."

The Pony rummaged through the bag with glee. It takes so little to please The Pony!

"Hmm. I think the sweetness of the Hawaiian Bread might be good with the garlic! Thanks. I love you, Mom! So much!"

"I love you too, my little Pony! Hope you feel better!"

As I type this, it's Sunday afternoon. I have not spoken yet today with The Pony. I figure recovery time and sleep is more important that a chat with me. I'm hoping The Pony is on the mend.